How unusual, I think I have a problem! How and when to introduce a new man in my life to latex porn? Well it shouldn’t be a problem should it? Considering everyone that knows me also knows that I know everything about rubber and latex porn, – he should be the least surprised person in my life. But wait, actually he knows nothing about fetish, nothing about any of this, he’s open to suggestion and ideas, supposedly, but up until now enjoyed quite a fulfilled and satisfied life without anything deviant. He says he has no desires, no games he wishes to play, no judgement of me, and although interested in ‘other things’ it’s not critical to the wellbeing of our new relationship.

Ideal!

I get to start a new life of exploration, but wait a minute… How do I even go near the fact that I know and have even done things that he probably hadn’t heard of, let alone if he really would accept! Hmmm dilemma. I know stuff, I am happy knowing stuff, I’m happy with latex porn in my life, and he knows it. But do I share it, do I expect him to share it with me? Do I want him to share it with me? If not, am I keeping the old cliché relationship secret? Not if he agrees he couldn’t care less! All the more for me then!

For a minute there I was feeling bad again that I would dare admit to someone that having a fetish means I get turned on by something out of his control, but where the problem would be is if he couldn’t turn me on, and then I had to rely on my latex porn. But this isn’t the case, I can choose if I want to go watch it, and get all hot and bothered by it, but then he will only receive the outcome of that.  It’s not like he’s going to say no, nor do I have to shut my eyes and think of nothing but latex porn to carry on. So my question has changed from how and when to introduce him to latex porn, to DO I? Not if I can help it! This is my little thing which he accepts and he can ask if he wants it. (Mean while I have the upper hand and control over what I want heh heh, so I can still put ideas in his head!)

Latex always looks so cool It’s almost a rule when I go out. But there are consequances; after hours of prancing and dancing around in thick layers with extreme corsets on, I am guaranteed to have sweat my load into every crevice of my suit. The moment I step back outside to return home after a night out – I FEEL COLD AND WET!! and the longer the time it takes to get home, the more rancid and irritable I might feel.

The first thing I do when I get back is take a dive in the bath tub WITH all my latex gear ON. That way I get it off easier and everything gets washed all at the same time. Because I am quite lazy it’s better to kill two birds with one stone but never ever neglect care of latex.

Never will I go back to the days of learning minger where my latex was hastily taken off and shoved in a sweaty ball under the bed until I could be bothered to deal with it. YUK. It’s a job getting into it, and a job getting out, but do the bath thing and at least you are looking after your latex.

I have to seperate my fun with latex from pleasure. If I am dressing up to go out, it’s a challenge to ignore the sensation of wearing it, but I have to tune out of it or else I will rapidly find it uncomfortable. So sadly, NO I get no personal pleasure at all now from wearing latex – out in public. To me it’s as normal as any other day, with the added task that it is a challenge and often an encumbrance is to showcase oneself. LOOKING GOOD KILLS. So I live with it. Latex looks good, but out and about, it is never 100% comfortable, and often a physical challenge: Just like High heels, Killer corsets, Headache Hairdos, or Makeup that wants to make your skin melt away…

Now, If I am dressing for personal pleasure, thats a different story. I like well fitted things, preferably moulded actually, as the time I would spend in it I would then end up with seam creases embedded in my skin. I like the thin latex, but then have a craving for more tightness, restriction and difficulty in the heavy rubber. So, I rather like to spend my time say 2 hours, slowly getting more layers on, and this time enjoying the sensations.

It is not at all similar to going out in latex. I have learned now from many occasion, that although I  can enjoy the sensation of latex, it becomes a chore to do so in public, without at a whim the use of a bathroom. Dreading the return journey and how tiredness rapidly affects your comfort levels past the ‘sweat buckets’ point. Contrary to what people think, you dont sweat from heat or it being hot in rubber- you sweat from exersion and discomfort. And once sweaty, it stays in contact slurping over your skin. Not enjoyable for me if I am thinking about getting home. Only enjoyable if I really want to sit down and watch that latex porn, or play around in the bedroom.